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Poetry - 23.01.05 Writing - 10.12.05      Older  � From the Heart  � Clairvoyant Elegy  � For the Ghosts of Our Time      Newer  � The Art of Cooking With Turnips  � Radical Dreamer  � Mystery in Red  � Cerulean Dust  � Emerald     nuTang  � Lauren  � ECHO  � Kevin  � Stephanie  � Syd  � Ciara  � Quint  � Rick  � Grace  � Jamie  � Maryann  � Bianca  � Teresa  � Tiffany  � EM.com  � Newgrounds  � Get your own Banana Guard today!  � Quizilla! (Ask if you want a link to mine.)  � Virtual Turntable  � Maddox  � Kefallaville  � Mr. Quach Welcome to Not Getting Run Over By A Forklift 101. For our first lesson we'll... ack! No. NO! What a terrible way to start the class! But aren't solar-powered vampires a bit impractical? Did you know I have somewhere around one hundred forty entires? The primary function of the United States Coast Guard (besides protecting the borders and patroling national waters) is to travel back in time and battle pirates! If wishes were squids, then beggars would write. With the ink, you see. The ink of SO MANY SQUIDS. "It doesn't get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass." Subscribe to this to blog if you would like to be emailed whenever it is updated. | ..:Why I've Been Away:.. Friday 6.25.04 12:52 am I don't know why, but I find it incredibly curious that after I wash my hair, I can run a comb through it and pick up a ton of static electricity. After I use a comb, it's always fun to walk up to someone and touch it to their skin - especially in the dark. So now that I've proved I'm fascinated by such simple things I could pass for a sheepherder (, were it not for my clothes), I'll move on. The very same comb I was just using to wreak the afforementioned havoc was used against me in a duel a few minutes ago. I was forced to defend myself with a lowly, peasant-like hair brush and the results were not pretty. Sure, for a time, I matched Casey's strikes blow for blow, but I eventually began to slow as my reserves emptied themselves (or maybe I just lost interest). I took a hit on my left shoulder and it nigh-immediately began to bleed. Casey decided to end our duel and, insisting she had won, took me to clean off and get a bandaid. I don't know why she insisted cleaning it, since the slice was from a comb (and a clean one at that), but she did and all the while she sat, laughing at me for fighting without a shirt on... That's about all I can say, I'm being prodded to go play more mindless battle-esqe games. Fun, fun! Later, DS
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